Ned, if your head's clear, I'd like us to talk. I've been holding out on you, and that isn't fair to either of us.

I'm not up to much, so my cabin. I'll have a pot on the boil for you.

[Private to the infirmary]

I'm ill. A hard cough, temperature and... [
he must be sick, he's starting to trail off.] Well, given the murmurings I'd better report in.

[OOC: He's gotten the plague off Armand, unfortunately. He's been treating the cough with herbal remedies but at this point he's found it impossible to ignore.]

[
Voice - Private to Sveta, Una and GabrielI wonder if we mightn't play along with this Rose situation, to a certain extent. At least as far as to be understanding, perhaps he'll allow us to observe the situation ( Read more... )

To be lost, it can mean so many things, can't it? It instills a kind of fear in all of us, a deep uncertainty, that sometimes leads us to head off in some direction, even if that way only makes us lose ourselves even more, often sending us trailing in circles ( Read more... )

[The people on the fifth floor may have noticed that number eight has been busier than normal. But even if they hadn't noticed that, they might have noticed the not insignificant plume of black smoke which turned into white. No, no one has elected a new pope, there is now a home made sauna sweatlodge in Bob's cabin ( Read more... )

I think I have a son. Tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair... he's a Mountie. I... forgot him. And I think he died.  [There is a painful sigh and the line goes dead.

He's going to try and go over the side, someone please stop him? Mostly because I don't know what'll happen to him if he does go over.]

Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but perhaps someone might tell me who I am? I realise it seems an odd question but I have no idea.

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I'm sorry to report that I have found Ms. Una Persson dead. She's quite clearly been murdered. What is the normal procedure in matters such as this?

[To Martha]

Dr Jones? We require your assistance in the infirmary, Ms Persson has been killed.

[To Wardens]

There is a man with a gun and he has already killed someone. Likely to be Ms Persson's

Hello, my name is Bob Fraser. This minor issue with the network is certainly interesting, isn't it? I always enjoy meeting new people.